Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.